A/N: So this is my second one-shot that I wrote just a while ago. I will probably write more in continuation to this if you guys like it.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything except the idea.
She must be crazy or may be the pain of that bullet digging in her stomach might have to do something with her thinking. She was sure that she was going to die unless help came, the chances of which were less than one percent… And she was thinking about him. In her last moments, she was thinking about HIM? She truly was delirious with pain.
She had been following one of the last few drug lords on the list that Don had, so kindly, provided them with before escaping the hands of justice once again. She had to admit that she was a getting a bit tired chasing down these people since the police department thought it was an easy task now that she had all the possible information related to these people. So she had almost no help at all on these cases.
She had been reckless this time, more so than usual. She could have waited for the backup but she saw her suspect going into a shady alley and she couldn't risk losing his tail. So she went in and it was an ambush. Seven people, other than the boss, and she managed to put down five of them before she lost cover and got shot right in the stomach. She took out her only gas bomb out of its holder and threw it in before running away. Well, as much running as a person shot in stomach could do before collapsing in yet another alley. This one was right next to a very glamorous restaurant but she didn't have it in her to move another inch.
She was dying. In a stupid alley. Right next to a stupid restaurant full of people. And she was thinking about him.
Roma, how weird is it... Life has brought us together yet again after so many years.
Her hands shook as she tried to put pressure on her wound.
Someday you might realize that I am not the same Don whom you hate so much.
She took in a deep, shaky breath. She loved him. She couldn't die lying to herself. She had to be honest in her last few moments. If this was not love then what was it? You and I can never be together again. That is what she had said to him once. Now, she was not so sure. They would have found a way. She just knew it in her heart but it was too late.
She was so engrossed in her thoughts that she didn't notice the service door open. Her ears did pick up the sound of footsteps coming towards her. She tried to turn towards the sound but her body refused to help. Strong hands gripped her and turned her towards the owner of those hands.
"Fuck…"
She definitely heard the storm of cursing that followed. She must be going out of her mind because she thought that voice belonged to him. It couldn't be. Her pain riddled mind must be playing tricks on her. He couldn't possibly be here. She wouldn't be so lucky.
She gripped one of the arms holding her and opened her eyes with extreme effort. The last thing she saw, before the darkness took over, was a tattoo. It was on the right arm of the man who was now trying to gather her in his arms.
It was a D.